I feel like death. And death is wearing a fleece blanket as a dress. And is seriously contemplating wearing this to go get something to eat.
i wonder what thom yorke's orgasms sound like
I just witnessed two drunk midgets fighting over a graham cracker. I can die happy now.
I keep calling his kid the wring name. This is not helping my cause. And by cause mean his dick
Hypothetical question: how bad would bacardi be as an IV drip?
death...100% death...what r u planning.
This tent reeks of fear and sangria
do you think this outfit says "I maintained my dignity this weekend"?
Thought I was doing makeup today for a photo shoot for a short film. WRONG. Try I'm on the set for a Fucking Sci-Fi PORN.
So ive come to the realization that my affinity for tattooed guys makes me the literal definition of tit for tat
I spy something regrettable...
Oh my god. Stop!! It was one time and I still can't believe it.
I got drunk by myself and ended up listening to Beethoven in the dark.
I learned that I order a bunch of dollar shots at the bar and once it's ready turned around and say "who wants pay?" And someone will pay
You did a cartwheel, it was terrible.
I remember that cartwheel, it was okay.
My boobs smell like weed again. This happens way too often.
Pretty sure he was in my class in like 2nd grade
I like how you know everyone I've ever fellated.
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